Transit Wind

[TransitJohn]

Mama, I don't think I can come home, with you
'Cause I saw this girl who looks like my friend.
Mercy, have mercy on she tonight,
'Cause she's standing in the transit wind.
Finally got the nerve up
To climb into your pickup truck
On the white-dashed line
On the black windswept road.
After my departure
Well it felt too cold for March or May
And the wind would not leave me alone.
I said the wind would not leave me alone.
'Cause I've never felt so bad
The way I'm feeling now.
Ahhhhhhh. . . . . .
Candy, there was a time
When your love came handy
But I can't get to sleep
Without weeping on your name
Well I'm weeping on your name
Yes I'm weeping on your name.